..” Paul asked as his mother walked over to give her daughter a comforting hug.“Is she home, now?” Bertha, their mother asked as she sat next to...Cathy on the sofa.“Yes. She said she’d be home all day tending to her few battle scars from that competition on Friday,” Paul said.“What battle scars?” Lynette inquisitively asked from in front of Cathy.“Her cheek, and her right hand and left foot are kinda sore. Nothing major,” Paul replied, “She’s just slightly more dinged up than she thought she be. “yes, it’s all here but I haven’t folded it yet,” she said.“Oh ok. Um, can you find me my clothes? I need my underwear and a pair of shorts.”“Uh.. Sure. Just a sec.”She went to the pile of unfolded clothes and rummaged through though I couldn’t see her from where I was standing.“Which one is yours?” She said. Great, I kinda guessed she’d confuse herself with my dad’s underwear and mine.“um, the blue one,” I said.“There are three blue ones.”I wrapped the towel around my hurriedly and walked out. " I know," she giggled."Yeah, I tried. Mizz Helen says that I failed miserably." Well, she's obvious, but at least Jason's not subject to prosecution for a felony. And you thought that you and I were attached to our guys. She and Jason are like there's a short chain between 'em." As it should be," I said. "How's Terri?" Terri's reading with her friend over there in the other room. She is something else." Not a problem, huh?" I asked."Not even. Only change is that I and my husband have to show a. But now she was paying the price for that wonderful event. She had to figure out what the ditz had done with all the paperwork she was supposed to be collating. Stacy shook her head again, still unable to fathom the blonde’s thinking. Why the hell had she dumped nearly a year’s worth of invoices into a box and then hid it in the store room? Stacy just couldn’t wrap her head around that kind of lack of basic responsibility. So she was now pawing through said box looking for the Shister & Shister.